Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Djibouti and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Shuggie Otis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Tommy Roe,
Jeru the Damaja,
L. Decosne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moss Icon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Bourne,
Technova,
Porter Ricks,
Albert Ayler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Visage,
Suburban Knight,
The Selecter,
Arcadia,
Dennis Brown,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dead Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tres Demented,
Fatback Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
David McCallum,
The Skatalites,
The Invisible,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Byrd,
Ten City,
Eve St. Jones,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers,
Joey Negro,
Underground Resistance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grauzone,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bronski Beat,
The Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Copeland,
Royal Trux,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fela Kuti,
Agent Orange,
the Bar-Kays,
Skarface,
Masters at Work,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Raincoats,
Wolf Eyes,
David Bowie,
Crooked Eye,
Suicide,
Eli Mardock,
The Angels of Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soulsonic Force,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy Collins,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.